You were flying your single person mono prop plane around los angeles when suddenly something struck your plane and sent you into an almost uncontrolled spiral over hollywood hills. You flew the plane as best you could to try and do the least amount of damage, and save yourself.
As you got closer to the street you realized that these houses were much larger than you, seriously, ridiculously massive.
A wind generated by rising heat lifted your plane easily and threw your plane directly at someones house.
You screamed and worried about your life and anyone else’s who was in that house.
But you flew through the window like a small bird and your plane crashed and slid under a massive couch.
You got out of your wrecked plane. You pinched yourself
“What the hell.” You had to say.
“Am I really tiny, what happened?”
You walked out from under the couch. The air is cool and you figure you must be about an inch tall. You look back at your wrecked plane, it looks like a toy model now. You look around for a while and grow tired. It must’ve been hours. No one is home. The sun set and you look for somewhere to curl up. Frightened by your new situation you see a fuzzy tunnel of wool that you climb in to, hiding yourself from the world. It is very soft and smells a little like vanilla, but slightly like tortilla chips.
Your eyes close and you fall fast asleep in the white wool.
Hearing rhythmic thumping and movement from outside your shelter is what woke you up.
A soft and wispy woman’s voice is heard, “ Yea I’m going to pick up the piggy food for him…. Alright I’ll see you later, bye bye.” She must be talking on a phone.
She has a pet pig?
Your shelter rocks and you tumble across its walls. Looking out the tunnel, which is pointed toward the ceiling you see two thumbs with long white acrylic nails gripping the entrance. Beyond that you see the tanned mousey face of… Ariana Grande?
You don’t have enough time to dwell on that last point, as a caramel foot snakes through the tunnel and chases you away. The foots toe nails are a pristine white.
“Wait wait no!” You beg, realizing that you are in a shoe. You are pushed over by her foot and pressed beneath her toes, with an arm trapped under the ball of her foot. The are smooth and smell like vanilla lotion. You feel her step down, the pressure is intense and her warm toes hug your entire body.
1) She pulls you out and sees you are a tiny guy
2) she thinks you are lint and dumps you on the floor
3) she does nothing and you are trapped beneath her toes
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